Things I Should’ve Said To My Mom — Apologies, this is my old blog site. WordPress is defaulting to this one, so I keep messing up! Pokergoddess is the real one. https://pokergoddess.wordpress.com/
1. I went to Russia & to Paris. I’d been wanting to go for 20 years, and when I received a partial grant & scholarship I knew it was my one chance. I didn’t tell her before I left because she would’ve been really worried. I didn’t tell her when I came back because she would’ve disapproved that I spent the money. I kept it a secret from her for six years, and then she died.
2. You were my Rosie-the-Riveter. She square danced, built a cabin with my dad, raised sons, played piano, read books. Really, all my friends loved her. I should’ve told her more often. When I was in my twenties I barely called her. When I had kids of my own I realized all she’d gone through with me and my brothers, and my dad who had gone senile. We got a lot closer, but how lonely she must’ve been.
3. Your stories were excellent. One of my biggest regrets was saying to her “do you have to talk so much?” My mom talked all the time. Sometimes it was annoying. It was selfish of me, as often she had no one to talk to. Her stories were full of life, funny, interesting, detailed. When she grew up there wasn’t electricity. She could sort of morph one story into the next. She was an expert at transitions.
4. You were right. She was right about the boy I lost my virginity to. She guessed it. She said she “didn’t trust him.” I lied. She probably knew that.
5. Thank you for teaching me to play poker. I should’ve thanked her for letting me stay up late at the cabin with my brothers playing Michigan poker, teaching me to fish, letting me watch The Twilight Zone & Star Trek when I was little, rocking me to sleep when I was sick with asthma and there was no medicine. Thanks for sticking it out with my dad who was the sweetest man I’ve known. Thank you for not squashing my creativity and allowing me to be a kid. Thanks for the worry, I know you loved me.
5. Goodbye. I never had the chance to really say goodbye. Even at the funeral, I was in shock to such an extent, I don’t remember touching your hand, though I know I did. I didn’t want to cry, which was a kind of tribute I made to you. I counted roses and got through it with your British stiff upper lip. Goodbye mom.
My mom unexpectedly died in 2007. For a lot of very complicated reasons, mostly to do with my ex, my divorce, a lack of money and vacation time, I didn’t see her for almost six years before she died, though we Skyped regularly.
My Bucket list (ever changing):
Kids to Yellowstone & Mt. Rushmore.
Different trip: Colorado, the Alfred Packer site. Lake City, CO. Rock formations there
Hieroglyphs of hands.
Back to St Petersburg to Dostoevsky’s grave
Jim Morrisons grave/Hunter S Thompsons grave
Cherry blossoms on the D.C. Mall / the Lincoln monument
River rafting again.
Meet Bob Dylan – he has a song called “buckets of rain”
Do something for charity
Get one of my manuscripts published
send poker player Jack to the bluebird café in Nashville because we’ve written a great song together.
create college fund for kidsLooks like the model for the poster died today. Our lives are intertwined. Coincidence? http://www.cnn.com/2015/04/23/living/rosie-the-riveter-dies/